The window offered a wide view of a bustling, smog choked city. “You wanted me, Han! Leia knew how to take charge when necessary. Leia stepped into the soft, warm muck and sunk up to her knees. That must have been when he lost consciousness. FUCK!!!!!!”
Leia gasped in ecstasy as divine, velvety warmth enveloped her weight cum cannon. She turned and looked away as she spoke. “I don’t care if we’re prisoners. So will you, in time.”
She pulled down his pants and began circling her thumb around his tight pucker. She’d changed completely and he could tell the change wasn’t just physical. Even bigger than me. Very off. She chuckled as he slobbered away on her hot, throbbing erection. That must have been when he lost consciousness. “Speaking of Twi’leks, I saw one out in the corridor, earlier. I stroked myself to my first phallic orgasm and I was addicted. She turned and looked away as she spoke. We almost died in that thing.”
Her words made Han think. Another Mistress. She was hung like a fucking Bantha. Han cradled his forehead with his right palm before running it through his hair.
